I have only shared a few of my poems, and am constantly editing and rewriting. Just as in my artwork, I think we are our own worst critics. My poety is free verse, and my favorite poets are William Carlos Williams and Billy Collins.

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“Dad please,” I beg him.
But it’s too late, he’s yelling now. Everyone’s staring at the crazy man who seems to be taking all his anger that’s been bottled up for centuries out on this poor woman. Maybe he is, what’s it to you?
“Dad leave it” I try again, more...

this is a poem about somethings in my life which i battle with.
I can’t go on living my life as a lie,
But showing the real me would make me cry,
I wouldn’t want people to judge my ways,
I keep it hidden for the remainder of my days.
Now you may ask what...

The streaming water coming out from the fountain seemed to glisten with the iridescent light of those whose lives surround it. I stood staring at it, that old forgotten fountain, whose manna it circulates from Poseidon’s domain. It was crafted from the stolen fire and the minds...

Butterflies
What am I looking for? Which path do I choose?
Looking inside, just leaves me confused.
My mind wanders, from thought to thought.
It is as if, none can be caught.
Like a butterfly, and a child with a net.
If I catch the beauty, what do I hope to get?
The mind will do...